Three nights at Madison Square Garden to see the Grateful Dead perform was the closest I had come to joining the circus. The Grateful Dead and their fans were legend; while I enjoyed the music on vinyl, part of me was hoping to perhaps become a “Deadhead” but it really did not take. The audience was as advertised with an ocean of people in various states of intoxication and the hallways were full of twirling and dancing to the hypnotic sound of the Dead. While my rock and roll proclivities leaned more to harder rock at the time, I am glad I was able to see the band with Jerry Garcia. I was actually thinking about seeing the band again at Giants Stadium in the Meadowlands after a long break, for me, but unfortunately Mr. Garcia passed and the tour was canceled. Since then I have attended Phil Lesh shows, Dead and Company and Bob Weir who keep the music alive in their various configurations.

St. Stephen

Rock on!

GQ